Up on a hill

as the day dissolves

With my pencil turning moments into line

One by one, all the stars appear

As the great winds of the planet spiral in

Spinning away, light the night sky

In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky

I have no idea exactly where I've been

Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

With every single line moving further out in time.

Spinning away, light the night sky. (Some kind of spinning away).

I have no idea exactly where I've been.

And here, and there.

And here, and there.

Some kind of spinning away.

And here, and there.

Some kind of spinning away.

And here, and there.

And here, and there.

Some kind of spinning away.

And here, and there.

And here, and there.

And here, and there (and there).